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losing the one person Christine knew to have always been there for her. Most of all, Christine felt as
though shed been swept back to the past. All of those feelings that had emerged when her mother
died, those feelings that her father had hushed with white lies and untrue promises, came rushing back
to her, but this time she didnt have someone to lie to her. There was no angel or it would have come to
her already. There was just Christine Daa, lost in her own world.
And then there was the Angel, just as term was about to begin. She clung to the whispers in her ear. It
was the first time she felt safe since her fathers pulse had slowed to zero. Hearing voices in your head
is never a good thing, a friend told her once. But Christine didnt respond to her. Speak to me, Angel,
she whispered.